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Posted By : cussedness - 3/23/2007 3:56 PM
I've been introducing my head to the desk today to come up with something interesting to post about my world and books. So I thought I would post some of the poems and proverbs from the novels. With the exception of a single short story that I sold in '95 (Visiting the Neighbors), everything I have written has been set on the world of Daverana.

My lycans are wolfweres and most of their people are illiterate. They have a strong oral tradition.

This is one of theirs and it is also about the one character that I get the most reactions to. One reviewer loved her. Another reviewer said she wanted to reach into the novel and slap her silly. My favorite quote from a reviewer, however, is this one "Anksha makes Lucretia Borgia and Elizabeth Bathory look like a pair of menopausal Avon ladies."

BLOODY ANKSHA

Blow softly ill wind of omen
I smell her scent, not born of woman
The Beast’s scent is on the breeze

Through darkling woods she stalks
Through halls no sane mon walks
Her glance, her scent will make you freeze

A rush of lust brings you to your knees
She never listens to your pleas
Anksha, Bloody Anksha stalks the night.

She’ll take your body, soul, and blood,
leave your corpse lying in the mud.
Anksha, Bloody Anksha stalks the night.

Those slain not become her slaves
Her dominance-link the soul depraves
In madness longing for her fangs.

Children listen, adults heed well
She is pretty, but she is fell,
Anksha, Bloody Anksha stalks the night

If underneath the moonlight bright
You should glimpse her in the night,
Flee before she nears you, mon

You have not strength to fight her,
And no magic will affright her,
Anksha, Bloody Anksha stalks the night


Janrae Frank
I have no skeletons in my closet, they are all hanging from the yardarm.

Once there were three brothers, Brandrahoon the vampire, Isranon called the Dawnhand, speaker to spirits, and Waejonan the Accursed, first of sa’necari. Isranon defied his brothers and was destroyed, his descendants forced into the darkness.

Blood Rites
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website
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Darkzone
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Posted By : Firlefanz - 3/26/2007 8:50 AM
I like this one very much. I can get a good sense of the dread surrounding Anksha - at least in the eyes of the writer.


- Call me Firle.

Hannah Steenbock

Mystical Adventures
Beyond Horizons